_Mrs. Walrus._ "OH, I ALWAYS WEAR IT WHEN I BATHE; FOR THEN, YOU SEE, DEAR, NO ONE CAN RECOGNISE ME FROM THE BEACH!"]
_Boy._ "NOW THEN, SIR!--THE MORE YOU LOOK THE LESS YOU'LL LOIKE IT!--GET OVER, OR ELSE LET US COME!"]
ON ARRIVING AT THE BEST PART OF YOUR FISHING, YOU ARE OF COURSE CHARMED TO FIND THAT OLD MUFFINS AND HIS LITTLE BOY HAVE BEEN WHIPPING THE STREAM ALL THE AFTERNOON.]
_Young Snobley_ (_a regular Lady-killer_). "HOW THE GIRLS DO STARE AT ONE'S BEARD! I SUPPOSE THEY THINK I'M A HORFICER JUST COME FROM THE CRIMEAR!"]
_Young Snobley._ "AH, JIM! NOBLE BIRTH MUST BE A GREAT ADVANTAGE TO A COVE."
_Jim_ (_one of Nature's nobility_). "H'M! P'RAPS!--BUT EGAD! PERSONAL BEAUTY AIN'T A BAD SUBSTITUTE!"]
[Illustration: _AN UNDESIGNED COINCIDENCE._
TOMKINS RETIRES TO A SECLUDED VILLAGE, THAT HE MAY GROW HIS MOUSTACHES, AND SO CUT OUT HIS ODIOUS RIVAL, JONES. JONES, IT SO HAPPENS, HAS COME TO THE SAME PLACE WITH THE SAME OBJECT.--FRIGHTFUL MEETING!]
[Illustration: _A LITTLE SHOOTING IN IRELAND._
"O, NIVER MIND, YER 'ONOR! SURE, YE DO IT VERY NIST. THERE'S SOME JINTLEMEN NOW COMES, AND THEY BLAZE AWAY, AND THEY WOWNDES THE POOR BIRRDS IN THE LIGS AND THE WINGS, AND SUCH LIKE; BUT YER 'ONOR! O, YE FIRES, AND FIRES, AND _ALWAYS_ MISSES 'EM _CLANE_ AND _CLEVER_!"]
[Illustration: _LITTLE DINNER AT GREENWICH._
_Fish Swell._ "HERE, WAITAW!--ARE THE WHITEMEN PRETTY GOOD?"]
_Blanche._ "OH, IS THERE NOT, DEAR EMILY, SOMETHING, DELICIOUS ABOUT SPRING?--WE SHALL SOON HAVE ALL THE DEAR LITTLE BIRDS SINGING, AND THE BANKS AND THE GREEN FIELDS COVERED WITH BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS!"
_Emily._ "OH, YES!--AND WITH IT WILL COME ALL THE NEW BONNET SHAPES FROM PARIS, AND THE LOVELY NEW PATTERNS FOR MORNING DRESSES!"]
_Johnny._ "OH, I SAY, GRANMA! S'POSE YOU PRETEND BEING A LITTLE PONY, AND I RIDE ABOUT ON YOUR BACK ROUND THE SQUARE!"--(_N.B. Granma feels the heat a good deal._)]
[Illustration: _CRICKET.--CAPITAL PRACTICE FOR THE ROUND BOWLING OF THE PERIOD._]
[Illustration: _A NICE BRACING DAY AT THE SEA-SIDE_.]
_Swell_ (_on top of Omnibus_). "LOOK HERE, GUS, MY BOY! SUCH A CAPITAL I-DEAW! I RIDE UP AND DOWN FROM BAYSWATER TO THE WHITE CHAPEL AND EAT PERIWINKLES WITH A PIN!"]
MASTER OF FOX HOUNDS PUNCH TAKES COMMAND OF HIS FIELD IN DEFENCE OF HIS COUNTRY.]